They never entered me much to my surprise. Although the thought had occurred many times that I wished they would have, they didn't see a need too as there were many other parts of my body they could torment me with.
During their torment I had noticed a pattern of them taking my blood, driving me to the precipice of release and then leaving me to struggle and writhe in agony. They would then feed me blood bags to refill my strength before going back to touching me like none ever had.
This isn't what I wished for my first real sexual experiences to be but it would certainly be one I could never forget.
There was a few hours that Master had demanded a reprieve and I spent that time catching my breath and struggling with my morals. Was this the life I was to live as a vampire? And if so, had I damned myself to this eternal struggle of seeing the release and never achieving it?
When they all returned, the scent of Adam's fresh blood on his lips, I soon realized that I had been wrong.
The release I had been searching for was all I was able to find. One after another they played roughly and intensely until my own name could not be found in my mind. I had been reduced to an orgasming mess, never to see the light of purity again.
Would I ever get away from this?
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BLOOD and Revenge
VampiroRevenge. That's what I've always wanted since that day. When he hurt me, I decided to hold my retribution for when it would taste bitter sweet. But when an encounter with a vampire ended my mortal life and fed me my new life, I knew it was time for...
